But, as the passage proves no hindrance __To the spirit unappeased and peregrine __Between two worlds become much like each other, So I find words I never thought to speak __In streets I never thought to revisit __When I left my body on a distant shore.
-T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding II, Four Quartets
Monday 14 November 2011
Have you forgotten what I was?
What now will you see by?
spirit that passeth into earth, terror, or peace ad infinitum
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